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©2018 Barren Magazine. An Alt.Lit Introspective.

Bog means god in Serbian


by Susan Richardson

For Bojana

She is the call of a raven,
sparrow bones,
a cello suite wrapped in the flames
of a punk rock refrain.
She went into war with sparks on
the tips of her fingers,
emerged with fire scarred into her voice.
Fury courses over her tongue,
through her pen,
uncontained onto the blank pages she attacks
with a torrent of passion and sorrow.
She is a step ahead in the darkness,
the pulse of a nation
roaring and blasting through the moon.
She is the loud mouth, the soothsayer, the compatriot.
Rage is the blood of her poetry,
bravery the backbone.
She is the sound of the ocean at midnight,
the clamor that shatters the dawn.
She is a chaos of wind that longs for rain,
a mind that swims untethered channels.
She is the wicked girl, the rebel poet,
the mother who softens at the sound of her son’s laughter.
She is the teacher and the disciple,
with a dagger in one hand, a valley of lilies in the other.
She is the veins that crave escape,
the eyes that refuse to look away.

Header photograph © Asher.

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4 comments

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  2. What a powerful tribute to our friend! She is certainly all that and more, and the way you’ve crafted this is wonderful!

  3. Walter Page

    This is one of your all time best poems Susan! Bojana must be so happy with this! Congratulations on being published in Barren Magazine!

  4. This is such a beautiful tribute and the beauty reflects through the metaphors.

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